Ruben Brulathttp://www.rubenbrulat.com
Ruben BrulatSat, 04 Oct 2014 16:12:16 +0000http://www.rubenbrulat.comenImmaculatehttp://www.rubenbrulat.com/Immaculate
http://www.rubenbrulat.com/following/rubenbrulat.com/ImmaculateSat, 04 Oct 2014 16:12:16 +0000Ruben Brulat100439
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L'antre d'eux, 2009
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Classes paradoxales, 2009
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Tardives illusions, 2009
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Introspection systémique, 2009
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Ponctualité non récurrente, 2009
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Etat d'évolution, 2009
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La ligne n'est pas constante, 2009
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Rituelle renaissace, 2009
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Every night, the leaving of all the businessman and employees of the business district “la Défense”, turn it into a no man’s land. Because at night, this international economic center, made of an agglomerate of business towers grown like a steel forest on a gigantic pedestrian flagstone, becomes an outskirts, an urban desert without even a soul to haunt it.
It’s this ghost town that doesn’t seem to wait for anything, that the photographer Ruben Brulat explores, night after night, from footbridge to parking lot, from floors to stairs. Each snapshot has required from the artist dozens of hours of wandering, until he finds a spot whose nothingness strikes a chord in him; a place where the light, the architecture, the materials and the relief create an incongruous and tragic scenery. Afterwards, there’s still hours of observation, impregnation, dreaming. But when the vision appears, it immediately becomes desire, a pressing demand to achieve. To reach this paradoxical symbiosis that he is so gifted to create, the artist has the urge to get naked right here, right now. He has to take possession of the place at all costs; he has to project himself as a human being. Leaving without going all the way is out of the question; it would be fault. The photographer then, founds himself truly naked in his own lens, buried in his own eye.
To fully understand Ruben Brulat, you have to put yourself in the place of this lonely being, who explores every corner of this silent labyrinth, and who suddenly decides, in the middle of the night, to offer himself to the coldness of a place, alone and naked, to make one with the steel, glass and concrete. Just imagine his quest, how he hunt down the right location, imagine the adrenaline running through his veins when he gets undressed and offers his fragile and vulnerable body to the horror of a soul and history-less place.
Ruben Brulat can’t stop himself from exploring every corner of this unique district, he forbids himself to neglect any parcel and it shows in its photography where no detail is left out. Precise to the excess, exploring each centimeter of this too bright or, at the contrary, too quickly damaged spaces. The shadows of the skeletal empty towers are scrutinized to the very depths of them and reveal they gigantic and abandoned reliefs. In the middle of the composition, a naked human body, successively fragile, tortured, in a dream, describes the human life that rises in the most hostile environment.
We are at the heart of the biggest European business Center and there is nothing. The power system lies dormant, waiting for the creatures with flesh and feelings to reactivate it. It seems as if only the Economy, feeding herself with numbers, networks and transactions, manages to survive in this environment. While we, the humans, living on the feelings, sensations, even suffering – all what’s precisely absent from this place – aren’t allowed.
From one photography to the other, a metaphor is made. It becomes clear that where the economical power triumph no life being belongs there. The life that irresistibly and happily insinuate itself everywhere, has been driven away. Even the vegetation, placed there by a program, seems to suffocate in her constraint. Even when she forces herself to take her rights back in the spots the town planning has forgotten, her small victories make the life look like a macabre and obscene phenomenon.
At first sight, the Immaculate series comes under conceptual photography. And yet, the presence of an humble and discreet body, naked without being provocative, sexless, unidentified, makes it a different sort of representation. Strangely, a certain beauty emerges from this ugliness. Is it because of the body ? Because of the strong inspiration of the photographer ? Sometimes, during his nightly wandering, Ruben Brulat encounters a lonely, ghostly, exhausted or grief-stricken soul. Suddenly, a shy and strange “Good evening” rings in the silence. Humanity, after all. Maybe that’s where it comes from, the utter happiness, the feverish euphoria, that takes over the artist, when he takes home one of these eerie/ supernatural snapshot/photography, from the victory of having took a portrait of the humanity out of this place that deprives the life of its essentials rights.
by Dan Nisand, writer
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http://www.rubenbrulat.com/following/rubenbrulat.com/PrimatesSat, 04 Oct 2014 16:12:14 +0000Ruben Brulat167058
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Frictions, 2009
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Embrassement organique, 2009
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Accidents, 2009
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Une paix, 2009
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Tangible limites, 2009
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Anatomie libérée, 2009
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Les repères les ont oubliés, 2009
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Ils ne s'abandonneront pas, 2009
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Ruben Brulat’s approach has something romantic to it, romantic in the nineteenth century sense. His work ist that of a lonely, fanatic and mystic person, who’s thrown himself into a quest that confronts him to the limits and that opens the doors to a new apprehension of the world.
At one time, following Amiel, a whole generation had proclaimed "every landscape is a state of mind", directed its interest to unending perspectives, which were damaged like life itself, tortured like the human feeling. Fascinating, is how this new series of photos, entitled Primates, could be described.
Nevertheless, when a so-called Friedrich represented the human greatness as an anonymous silhouette absorbed in the show of a sea of clouds, Brulat, on the other side, does the complete opposite, by immersing it in reality. For Brulat, it is not anymore a question of evoking the greatness of a character, but that of Creation itself, where the human being, as a species, searches for his place.
Among the hostile rocks, the snow and the ice, barely inclined to welcome life, there is a body without identity, totally naked and deprived. Will he succeed to merge in this set, in this infinity of accidents? Will he know how to be similar to the animal that reigns on its own territory? This desperate attempt to transform this being into a body, for it to be accepted or re-accepted by a matrix completely foreign to the human substance, is very moving. This is when he is nothing but a species, a man from thousands of years ago, forced to know himself and to adapt himself to the outside conditions which are nothing but threats.
Because it is impossible to disregard the conditions of how these pictures were taken, the risk-taking, the intense emotion, the spectacular and the exploration of the limits are tangible. We perceive that the artist answers to all his instincts, that he offers himself entirely and allows himself to be reached by things. If sometimes a pillow of snow seems more welcoming, softer, the spectator cannot repress the shiver that activates in him this defenseless subdued body and devoured by elements. He feels the urgency, the impossiblity to think, but also the speed and the unexpected sensual delight of the action.
Certainly, he doesn’t create the illusion that the fusion with the nature is possible without fight or conditions. But this series recounts a collection, with its set of disappointed hopes and aborted attempts, and at the end of the road, a figace but an indisputable triumph, even if for a split of a second, to be able to create the symbiosis: when the human being, as if calmed, seems to become confused with a rocky mass of fallen rocks, to float serenely on the surface of a black groundwater beside a crust of ice, or to find refuge in the hollow of a carpet of sweet grass, in the dense and deep green.
by Dan Nisand, writer.
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http://www.rubenbrulat.com/following/rubenbrulat.com/PathsFri, 19 Apr 2013 09:30:34 +0000Ruben Brulat5410663
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Racines recherchées, Gobi, Mongolia, 2012
Vladimir
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Rimes irrégulières, Kurdistan, Iraq, 2011
Vincent
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Au dessous des dessus, Bohol, Phillipines, 2012
Molly and Martyna
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Patiences, Goreme, Turkey, 2011
Tom and Winston
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Au temps disparu, Bromo, Indonesia, 2012
Zandra
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Douces brises, Kiketi, Georgia, 2011
Mancho, Ninia and Pepe
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Odeurs d'origines, Kurodake, Japan, 2012
Mancho, Ninia and Pepe
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Commencement retrouvé, Lumle, Nepal, 2011
Lionel and Maxime
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Mouvement, Manang, Nepal, 2011
Clinton
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Cimes aux pas subtiles, Tilicho, Nepal, 2011
Yaïr
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Flirt, Gobi, Mongolia, 2012
Viviane, Christina and Sebastian
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Emportez nous, Altaï, Mongolia, 2012
Rémi and Mélanie
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Strangers that would be encountered along the way and willing to give themselves away to nature, resulting in a peregrination from more than a year, from Europe to Asia by land only, through Iraq, Iran, onto Afghanistan, Tibet until Indonesia, Japan and Mongolia.
Ruben searched for more far away lands, the unknown, in Paths, walking, riding, until there would a place, a person, if all circumstances only would come together, then there would be a picture, if one thing would come to be missing, the way would just continue, until finally all came together.
Performing sometimes in welcoming sand, sometimes in the harsh snow, the just encountered fellows would let themselves go, opening their senses. Embracing everything that surrounds them. Ephemera intensity before saying, often, goodbye to each other forever.
Placing the bodies of people there in part with these accidental and dramatic landscapes, like the trees, the rocks or the black sands of Gunung Bromo.
A narrative constructed only by the randomness of the encounter, places and body, meeting with utopia and hope in these only suspended moments. Bodies of people that became friends, performing, not without difficulties, leaving wounds, marks, and souvenirs from a time before heading towards different paths, after sharing one for a while.
The path,
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#menu_5410663 a { color:#fff; background:#666; -moz-border-radius: 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px } Strangers that would be encountered along the way and willing to give themselves away to nature, resulting in a peregrination from more than a year, from...